Just wrapped up a six week maintenance phase that followed 5 months of cutting and did my measurements.
Six weeks of clean, dialed-in nutrition and consistent workouts. Anxiously, I pulled out my Myo-Tape to measure my gains.
The tape hadn’t moved anywhere, except half an inch on the chest.
Crap.
Frantically, I’m checking nutrition logs, workout logs, thinking ‘what happened? where’d I go wrong?’
The logs don’t lie. My lifts had been fairly even, with few increases over the six weeks.
It was time to change. You gotta hurt to grow.
Yesterday was leg day. A leg day with a redesigned routine. A leg day where I increased all my lifts 15-20%, and told myself I wasn’t leaving till I finished every last squat, every last lunge, every last deadlift.
Ninety minutes later, I stumbled out of my weight room with a new understanding of pain, and what it means to overcome it: of fear of going down and not getting back up, but finding a way.
Today, I was so sore, I woke up barely walking. It took me 30 minutes to work up the courage to get on the treadmill for my warmup. I had to go up about a hundred stairs this afternoon, and I didn’t think I was going to make it all the way.
Leg Day, for me at least, is now, a day to be feared.
To all true T-Men on Leg Day:
Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid.